Profiting from death

Lagos is where I liveAnd some other 15 million soulsI'll tell you a little taleI once had a neighbour Who profits from deathSelling hand made coffinsFrom woods that rot fastSo this faith-ful dayHaving prayerfully secured a customerHe was suddenly given the delivery jobThe coffin must be delivered that nightHe rented a ghost of a carThat wasted half its fuel on unnecessary soundsAnd vibrates a little less than my grandpa's alarm clockAfter three hours on a 6km roadWith more work done in getting ready that movingHe came close to the delivery venueJust 200m away from the Police stationAnd behind the station lies the cemeteryWith the deadman's relatives already gatheredAnd the newest undertakers in townJust recently hired and trained at the cemeteryAnd not forgeting the man of the dayWho was brought in the same ambulance That was headed to the nearest morgueBut on his brother's suggestionWas made to pick some family membersAnd finally halted at the cemeterySuddenly the car stopped and wouldn't bulgeMy neighbour had to carry the coffin on his headOn getting to the station beside the cemetery A policewoman stopped him for questioningKnowing how troublesome the police can beHe told her he was relocatingThat the placed he had been buried was too noisyAnd so he decided to relocate to this cemeteryThe next week he had to furnish another coffinFor the family of the police womanThe words she heard had stopped her heart Life here never ceases to amaze meWe are all like mothsForever drawn to this fireOur daily lives are a miracleWe live in a mine fieldYearly deaths here will halve Gaza From the air we breathe to the roads we plyEverything pulls us on to a sure deathAnd at a record breaking rateThe rich is no better than the poorWe all live in this expensive slumOnly that the rich is happierHe bothers more about his car-ffinLeaves on a desert beside a stinking lagoonAnd the poor only bothers about the policeOur most innovative comrades We are all like my neighbourProfiting from deathThe death of the law The death of humanityAnd the death of our sanity